Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's your lunch, sir.
Which I'm sure that you're used to,
As you can see, Trish, my client's delusion is quite fully formed.
Well, we had quite a workout.
Leave her be. Let's go.
Personally, I always thought her television show was shite.
I had to defend Hope. Hogarth was throwing her under a bus.
I've never done it with someone else who has, you know...
Rough night?
So what else you do?
It was a trophy.
Or why did I try and kill...
Everyone's a little racist.
So he gets to run around, destroying lives, destroying your life,
to do that to my parents...
About you being another one of Kilgrave's victims.
Uh, ma'am, can you open the door?
Trish.
Now some kid is pinning her murder on one?
You can see my skin.
This isn't right.
I own a bar in Hell's Kitchen. What do you think?
He made me call her
- Next caller... - I mean, let's get real.
What assumptions? That she's a lawyer?
That way.
Self-preservation be damned.
Guess I forgot to lock the door after I took out the trash.
Don't suppose you have an extra toothbrush?
Oh, my God.
I hate feeling this way, I don't know how you handle it.
"I'd rather not find out"?
And I wanted to tell her that I was in trouble
By "training," you mean getting beaten purple.
You've always been a hero to the downtrodden.